Arson Smith wrote:Kenny get a witness?: Your high school biology class lab partner insists that you name your fetal piggie before you cut it open. For some reason he insists that the best name would be "Captain Crunch". He laughs his ass off and never explains... a mystery that haunts you to this day: was it just a stupid "in-joke" that he wouldn't tell, or was he really light-years ahead of your teenaged self with respect to absolute "dada" humor?
Just Better: Your high school chemistry class lab partner is a real jerk who likes to engage in public displays of show offy stupidity. One day, Lab Buddy does a crapload of whippets in class and falls wah-wah-wah-wah-wah facefirst onto a hot Bunsen burner. His hair and Adidas tracksuit catch fire, and he suffers third degree burns to his face, hands and torso. After he is subjected to a series of painful and debilitating skin grafts and returns to school, you and your friends refer to him at various times as "Fidel Castro", "Nerf" and "Wednesday Addams", and you demand that he sing the chorus to Blondie's "Call Me" at every opportunity.
Just Worse: As the result of a wacky funeral home mix up, you find yourself buried alive. Fortunately, you have a flashlight, a canister of compressed mixed gas air that would last you for many hours, and a cell phone with coverage. Unfortunately, you are also incredibly stupid, and you are unable to remember the telephone number for 911.
Kenny: You don't miss your arms so much, but you really miss making the chainsaw sculptures.